Wednesday, 20 April 2011

tall trees

A comment on my favourite blog today awoke a dim and distant memory. Tania said: "This feels like a metaphor. I could not think for what. For a moment, I was frustrated. Then I thought: sometimes weeding is just weeding. And that is quite all right."

I dug around in the files: here is my rather more longwinded way of saying the same thing, written in March 2003 after a walk across Beddington Park, which backed onto our home when we lived in South London.

late evening, early spring

through the local greenspace

stunned by the image

low-lying, golden sunset light

through tall tall trees

make glorious shadows

on the grass

write it down fast

make a poem

a quotable thought

capture the deeper meaning

of its loveliness

wait, though

it’s just the sun through trees

sun + trees

right place + right time

= beauty

no big deal

just here

right place, right time

as am I –

here to see

sunlight through tall trees

(I have no idea where I got the lovely photograph; it isn't one of mine. I assume I pinched it from somewhere on the internet back in 2003, and apologise for the lack of credit where credit was due.)

2 comments:

I don't know if you'll ever find this, but I am encouraged by the fact that you have comment moderation in place - maybe you will see it.

I particularly like the last two lines. And it's true -sometimes it's better just to accept the moment, and enjoy it, rather than to try and pin it down with words. Although I do rather like, in situations such as the above, to think of Dylan Thomas's "windfall light" from Fernhill.

Thank you, Rebecca. You're quite right - the comment moderation setting means that I do see such comments, and I do appreciate it - I'm glad you liked it. This particular blog is use for a very occasional dumping-ground for thoughts that I want to preserve but which don't seem to have anywhere else to live! Thanks again.

What's this blog about?

As the title says: random. My other blogs are slightly more purposeful: Working Order is my business (stuff management, organisation, decluttering); Tolstoy's Bicycle is an occasional celebration of stuff you're never too old to do; Rector's Wife Revamp relates to my ongoing struggles with health & fitness. This blog takes up the slack when I want to say something that doesn't fit anywhere else.